The reason for the dirth of posts on this blog in January isn’t too difficult to fathom. Yes it’s time to lose some poundage, and so I am reverting back to previously unposted posts (meat, baking, cheese related) drawing on creations created during the summer (you remember summer right?), interspersed with some slightly more bizzarre ‘healthy’ dishes in an effort to maintain some semblance of blogging best practice.
Now the term ‘healthy’ needs to be qualified. ‘Healthy’ doesn’t always mean ‘healthy’. Often it can mean ‘strange’ or ‘should-it-taste-like-that?’; to expand on this last point; ‘because-if-it’s-supposed-to-taste-like-that-then-someone-was-pissed-when-they-made-it’.
You get my point. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just sour grapes on my part. But when we decided to make ‘Warm Walnut Pate’ (we’ve been rummaging through Gwyneth P’s Goop website again) I didn’t expect it to taste so…well, so walnuty.
I was discussing money-making schemes the other day. You know the kind of thing – creative thinking. Blue-sky discussion. There’s a box, right over there. Now go get in it and then step out of it, whilst thinking.
One idea that came to mind was supper clubs. How could you make money from that? Provide support to people who want to start one? Recipes, equipment, online networking?
While I was sitting on the sofa playing with the new Xbox One (it’s great – you yell at it instructions and it does stuff e.g. ‘Xbox On’ and it switches on. I’m trying to teach it the command ‘Xbox More Wine!’ but it isn’t quite there yet. Any I have (shock) completely lost my train of thought. What was I prattling about…
…oh yes, while watching telly a woman was explaining why she held supper clubs. She was single and liked cooking but didn’t want to cook for one. So she started a supper club. What surprised me was that generally the people who came didn’t really know each other.
And people do it for different reasons – making friends, looking for love and of course people who like eating. She had some tips – keep it simple; you don’t want to spend all evening in the kitchen. Offer something to eat as soon as people turn up, otherwise they will drink too much and you could end up with a fight/orgy on your hands. And don’t expect reciprocation. Not everyone likes cooking!
Anyway, I have no intention starting a supper club. Much too much hassle. But I know what I would serve up if I did. It would be my go-to favourite dinner. Meat and potatoes with a bit of greenery (to keep the health police quiet). Sirloin Steak with Fondant Potatoes and Bok Choy.
I am obsessed with the idea of Licorice and Mung Bean Soup. I mean I cannot even begin to guess what it tastes or looks like. So I’ve got to try it. And it’s obviously doing GP some good.
This is why the internet was invented. If it wasn’t for the internet I would never know this was possible.
‘Tis the season…to start regretting the previous month of culinary debauchery. The pies. The roasted meats. The big breakfasts. Mimosas at 9am. Chocolate cake at 3 in the morning. Well that’s my experience anyway.
The wife has found Gwyneth Paltrow’s food/lifestyle website (named Goop). It contains a plethora of obscure ingredients and recipes (try ‘Licorice and Mung Bean Soup’). She is writing down a long (and I do mean long) list of requirements; I have a feeling things might be getting healthy this January. It’s detox time suckers.
With this in mind I whipped the rib roast out of the freezer and it is currently thawing out in the fridge. If I’m going down, I’m going down fighting. But that bad boy is for another day.
Meanwhile I’ll settle for Swordfish, with an Oriental twist.